Links to stories #1, #2, #3, #4, and #5. I’m a bad Asian. My parents are from Taiwan, but I don’t speak Mandarin very well, and I’m pretty much illiterate in Chinese. So I was a little nervous heading to Shanghai and trying to rely on my subpar Chinese skills. At one food stand, I…
Links to stories #1, #2, #3, and #4. Continuing on the Hungarian theme, this story takes place in Szentendre, a sleepy, quaint town a short train ride north from Budapest. An Asian female friend and I were walking around Szentendre. It was November, so it was quite cold and there weren’t many tourists. Since the town…
Links to stories #1, #2, and #3. Near the end of my freshman year of college, I shaved my head completely bald. Soon after, when walking around campus with my newly bald head, a random woman stopped me and said, “I know where you’re from. You’re from Tibet!” Me: “Ummm, no, I’m not from Tibet.” Her:…
Links to stories one and two. When my sister and I were in South Africa, wherever we would go, people would tell us that they liked our accents. Seeing as how we were both born in the US and speak without a regional accent, neither of us could figure out why so many people were…
This is story #2 in a series about my experiences traveling as an Asian male. You can find story #1 here. In Athens, my friends and I went to the Central Market, which had lots of things that you might not normally find in a US market, like lamb testicles. While walking around, lots of…
One of the most thought-provoking posts on Gary’s blog View from the Wing considers a question that Gary got from an African American woman at the World Domination Summit after discussing some of his techniques for maximizing his travel experiences: “these sound like great techniques; can you talk about how well they work if you…
